Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #208
Peak in subgenre #82
Author
Peaden/Jarrett/Hydro
Rights
Oct 2007
Uploaded
November 10, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB • 160 kbps • 3:16
Lyrics
"Drink It Over"
(c) Sept 2007, Rebecca Dale Peaden (BMI)/Moker Jarrett (ASCAP)/Ryan Hydro
Sittin' here on this old wooden stool
Listenin' to folks talkin' trash
Feelin' sorry for myself
As the dew runs down my glass
Said she'd been a single mom
Tho we'd been married 10 years
And I had to give up this place
Now I've got a real reason to be here
Chorus:
I need to drink it over
I know it just magnifies the pain
I'll wake up tomorrow
And things will be the same
The winds of change are blowing
And I should face it sober
But I am weak and they are strong
So I need to drink it over
Then I looked in the mirror
And thought time's passing fast
Maybe it's not too late to go home
Instead of hidin' behind this mask but...
Chorus:
I need to drink it over
I know it just magnifies the pain
I'll wake up tomorrow
And things will be the same
The winds of change are blowing
And I should face it sober
But I am weak and they are strong
So I need to drink it over
Bridge:
As I ordered up another one
The waitress took my shaking hand
Said "I've never seen you like this before
Why don't you turn it over to The Man"
Chorus:
You can't drink it over
You know it just magnifies the pain
You'll wake up tomorrow
And things will be the same
When winds of change are blowing
You can face it sober
We are weak but HE is strong
And you can't drink it over
But somehow I'm drawn here
Sippin on blue margaritas for two
and that old Bud clock on the wall in here's
always ten minutes faster than the outside world
wish I could turn back the hands of time
to see where I went wrong
I hear the blender in the background
Tryin to run faster than your memory
They say as a man's sorrows are drowning,
the tails of his tears, they sting like hell
Not really sure if it was all my fault
Some stools are built for heavy hearted fools
I'M NOT REALLY A REGULAR HERE, BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN
I LIKE TO COME HERE, PUT A QUARTER IN THE JUKEBOX, PLAY OUR OLD SONG
I feel about two feet tall
The fact is that don't come in here often
just when I want to escape reality
things are looking up from here
but either way it looks like I lost you
want somethin with a twist of lime
so I can remember the happy times
Never been big on beginner's luck
but I lucked out the day you came into my life
everyone in here's to escape someone, somethin'
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